Me and Time

There is something about Time that eludes me.  I don't know why I can't seem to keep track of it, but, as it is, I'm just wasting it.  Or it's wasting me. 

I'm off work this week.  My way to protest the cold weather (which, by the way, hasn't actually been that cold this year.)  My first day off was Saturday (if you want to count that since I'm always off on Saturday).  When I went to bed Saturday night I realized that I had no idea if the next day was Sunday or Monday and for one puzzling moment I thought it might even be Tuesday.  I considered getting out of bed to check but decided it was too late to be worth the effort so I didn't. 

When I got up the next day, I turned on the computer to learn it was only Sunday.  That's today, but it seems longer ago than this morning.

When I go back to work in a week, people will ask me "How was your time off" and I'll reply, "Fine, but it was too short."  Then I'll pause and ask nonchalantly, "By the way, what day is it?" 

It's about time

This post is about time again.  I woke up this morning and realized that Christmas is next Sunday.  Having written that, I checked the calendar to make sure because it's hard to believe this month is almost over.

I'm counting down the months till spring and I can almost mark this month off the list.  I know that Spring doesn't really come in March, but it's the hint of spring, the any-day-now-it's-coming feeling that helps me make it through the rest of winter.

I know that some of you love winter.  You like the snow, and the crisp air, and ice skating and all that stuff.  I know. 

I like a little snow, a little bite in the air, the thrill of doing a couple of 360's on the sidewalk when one's careless foot hits that one patch of ice.  I think the sun is brighter in the winter.  When it shines. 

And it's shining right now.  It was supposed to rain today but I don't think the sun will allow that.  An early Christmas present to me!

Tonight's the night.

Saturday, November 4th. 

Tonight's the night that time goes back to natural time and we won't have artificial (DST)  time again till next spring. 

My inner clock is vacillating between "oh,whoopee" and WHOOPEE!

For at least a week, probably a month, babies and old ladies are going to be crankier than usual.

Deal with it.

(I bet you thought I forgot, didn't you?  I remembered, it's just that I got distracted re-setting all the clocks and forgot to post this.)

What Day Is It?

This is my third day of vacation and already I've forgotten what day it is.  I had to look at the calendar to see if it was Sunday or Monday.  (Just in case you don't know either, it's Monday.)

Luckily I don't have anything planned specifically, I mean for a specific time.  There are things I want to do, but I don't have to do them today or tomorrow or even the next day.  So I don't have to know what day it is till it's the day I need to return to work.

And I'm not going to think about that till tomorrow.

Whenever that is.